FIC: "Choices", Colonel Sherman Potter
Jan. 20th, 2006 07:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rwryterTitle: Choices
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Pairing, etc: Potter-centric
Prompt: 010. Years
Word Count: 198
Rating: Low PG—one word
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
During his first war, Sherman was hopelessly naïve. He’d counted simple, short weeks, assuming that he and his buddies could beat back the Krauts in no time at all. Turned out the thing dragged on ‘til a boy could hardly remember what home was like.
By his second war, after more than two decades in this man’s army, he’d wised up. Any lieutenant with half a brain could look at what was goin’ on with the enemy and figure it would drag on. Sherman just hadn’t counted on six years’ worth of dragging.
Finally, during the Korean conflict, he was just over a year from retirement, stationed at a cushy Honolulu post, when the request came down. He had the seniority to refuse, and maybe he should have, but instead he’d volunteered to go be the CO of one of the best damn units in all Korea, fighting or medical.
When Pierce and Hunnicutt ducked into his office, giggling like schoolgirls, and Burns could be heard shrieking like a baby, Sherman rolled his eyes heavenward. Maybe it hadn’t been his wisest choice over the years, but taking this post was the best decision he’d made since marrying Mildred.
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Pairing, etc: Potter-centric
Prompt: 010. Years
Word Count: 198
Rating: Low PG—one word
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
During his first war, Sherman was hopelessly naïve. He’d counted simple, short weeks, assuming that he and his buddies could beat back the Krauts in no time at all. Turned out the thing dragged on ‘til a boy could hardly remember what home was like.
By his second war, after more than two decades in this man’s army, he’d wised up. Any lieutenant with half a brain could look at what was goin’ on with the enemy and figure it would drag on. Sherman just hadn’t counted on six years’ worth of dragging.
Finally, during the Korean conflict, he was just over a year from retirement, stationed at a cushy Honolulu post, when the request came down. He had the seniority to refuse, and maybe he should have, but instead he’d volunteered to go be the CO of one of the best damn units in all Korea, fighting or medical.
When Pierce and Hunnicutt ducked into his office, giggling like schoolgirls, and Burns could be heard shrieking like a baby, Sherman rolled his eyes heavenward. Maybe it hadn’t been his wisest choice over the years, but taking this post was the best decision he’d made since marrying Mildred.
